Human Acts

How is it, she wonders, that a face can so effectively conceal what lies behind it? How is not indelibly marked by such callousness, brutality, murderousness?

I wanted to be free to fly to wherever they were, and to demand of them: why did you kill me? Why did you kill my sister, what did you do to her?

You feel drops of rain pattering down on your head.

You feel drops of rain pattering down on your head.

You feel drops of rain pattering down on your head.

You feel drops of rain pattering down on your head.

You feel drops of rain pattering down on your head.

You feel drops of rain pattering down on your head.

You feel drops of rain pattering down on your head.

You feel drops of rain pattering down on your head.